Mountain Sunrise_Brotherly Love_Out Before the Ball Drops_Moments of Love
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Mountain Sunrise
The warmth of her mug seeped through Anne's thick gloves. Sitting in her camp chair wrapped in her sleeping bag, Anne was perched on the half-way ridge of her latest conquest. By no means the tallest of mountains one could encounter, Cho Oyn was no walk in the park.Anne's group had reached the advanced base camp, sitting 5,800 meters above sea level the previous afternoon. Anne had promised herself that she would take the time to enjoy the sunrise, no matter the bitter cold before first light.Whilst taking in this amazing moment, Anne's thoughts fell to her mother, Kathleen. Rarely an early ri...
Brotherly Love
I couldn’t stop pacing in the stables. Bastian was grooming Baldewww.onedoor.ccr and shooting me nervous looks, but I couldn’t bring myself to acknowledge him, as I was still fuming over my brother putting my invitation to his wedding in with the traitors. I thought, not for the first time that morning, about how different things would be if Priamos hadn’t been killed.My oldest brother had never understood me, much like the rest of my family, but unlike them, he made an effort to connect with me, and he loved me despite my apparent lack of princeliness. He would ride with me in the mornings to check how th...
Out Before the Ball Drops
It was 4:34am when I rolled out of bed, bleary eyed with a head full of tangles. I stepped into my slippers and shuffled first to the bathroom, where I took care of business, and then to the kitchen. I flipped the light switch up and winced as my eyes adjusted to the brightness. I yawned, stretched, let out a big sigh, and began to fill our backpacks. I stuffed every available pocket with sandwiches, snacks, extra mittens, socks hand warmers and anything else I thought we might need to successfully spend 14 hours outside in December. I piled our packs and gear next to the front door, then shuf...
Moments of Love
Moments of LoveLove Discovered―New Jersey, May 1956I thought I’d be struck dead, for sure. A power like lightning just might surge from me and kill us both if I shook his hand.The idealized photo of a movie star—European-cut jacket; slender torso; broad shoulders; handsomely tan; silky, light brown hair―totally captivating, stood before me. His bright blue eyes and engaging smile grabbed my young heart, and I could only blurt out a weak, “Hello”, but I vividly thought …only fifteen, and next month I’ll be sixteen, we could get married in West Virginia!Ah, the naiveté of youth and thank goodnes...